The Bronx can be considered an industrial area in New York, with a large concentration of garment factories and shoe factories, as well as electrical and electronic equipment, machine building, chemicals, and munitions.

As with the rest of New York, security can be mixed, with the burgeoning start-up zone and the old industrial zone perhaps just a block away, creating an impassable line between the rich and the poor.

Because it was a detour from Staten Island to this northernmost area of New York, when the two cars arrived one after the other, the yellow cordon had been pulled up, and it was surrounded by NYPD police.

Whether it's the NYPD or the LAPD, the shooting of a police officer is a top priority, and almost all the night patrol officers on duty in the neighborhood rushed over.

Jim O'Brie, a newcomer who had also arrived from his home in Uptown Manhattan, arrived early and was crouching on the side of the road next to a body covered with a white cloth to check on the situation.

Jack and Hannah got out of the car, and Danny, who had stopped in front of them, had already taken three steps and two steps, and couldn't wait to find the police officers who were present to understand the situation.

Seeing the two of them, Aubrey lifted the corner of the white cloth covering the corpse, and his expression was a little gloomy, "He died before the ambulance arrived." ”

On the ground was a helmeted motorcycle mounted officer, a Latino male, who appeared to be in his early 30s, with the trachea in his neck punctured along with the carotid artery.

Blood flowed down the road to the ditch on the side of the road, where a police flashlight was crushed and deformed by the wheels lay there, and the broken glass of the lamp reflected the scarlet blood.

Before he died, the officer was holding his injured neck with his left hand and his pistol in his right hand, apparently realizing that something was wrong, but it was too late, and he was attacked just as soon as he drew his weapon.

"He was supposed to be doing a night traffic raid at the time of the incident, and the last time he communicated with the main station, he mentioned stopping a car, but I don't understand why he didn't report the license plate beforehand." Aubrey was a little puzzled.

"Because if it's just a minor violation, it's normal not to report the license plate in advance, is he wearing a body camera?" Jack and Hannah looked at each other, they were both from LAPD backgrounds, and they both had some experience in this area.

"When I arrived, the NYPD technician had just removed the body camera he was wearing on his chest, and it was supposed to be downloading the data."

Aubrey put the white cloth back on, and Danny walked over from several police officers with a sad face, "His name is Tony Sanchez, he has been to Afghanistan twice and survived, but he died because of the ticket. ”

Jack subconsciously glanced at the hand that was still holding the pistol exposed under the white cloth, and he was able to kill an experienced veteran with just one shot, although it was a sneak attack, but the opponent was obviously not an ordinary person.

He sighed but didn't know how to comfort him, "Are there any witnesses?" ”

"There's only one, and he's also the caller."

Danny gestured to a middle-aged African-American man standing outside the cordon, where two police officers were taking notes on the scene with pen and paper.

"Let's do it together." Jack patted him on the shoulder, knowing that Danny was also a veteran, he couldn't help but feel it.

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"I'm on the night shift tonight, and my desk is right next to that window." The middle-aged African-American man pointed to an office building on the side of the road, "When I heard the gunshots, I looked out the window and just saw the policeman lying on the side of the road. ”

"So you didn't actually see the shooting, did you?" Hannah asked.

"No, I immediately called 911, and by the time I ran out of the building, the car had already run away, and the police were still panting with their necks on their hands, and I tried to stop the bleeding, but."

Jack looked at the blood on his hands and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged African-American man is dressed a little old, in his 40s, and looks like an ordinary blue-collar worker, but he is a rare warm-hearted.

"Can you describe the car?" Danny couldn't bear it, and subconsciously glanced at the corpse covered with a white cloth again.

"Of course, it's a black sedan, the windows are covered with black film, you can't see the inside clearly, it looks very high-end, but the paint style is a little weird, like a company that specializes in luxury car rental, you know what I mean?"

Jack understood, "Did you read the license plate?" Even a part of it can help us. ”

The African-American man had a look of embarrassment on his face, "Sorry, it was too dark at the time, and I was also very nervous, I just remember that there were three letters of KFC on it, just like KFC." ”

After that, several people asked a few more questions, and it was customary to leave the contact information of the witnesses before letting him go.

Jack turned to Danny, "It doesn't look like a premeditated attack, it doesn't look like a hate crime against the police, do you want to go back to the operations center with us?" ”

Danny shook his head, "I hope it's not an attack on the police, recently because of the policies made by some bastards, the relationship between the NYPD and minorities is very tense, and the old man is worried that the confrontation between the two sides will further intensify, so he asked the FBI to intervene as soon as possible."

I'm still going to stay on the scene and call up the traffic surveillance around me, and the NYPD liaison officer has rushed to 26 Federation Square, and will send it to you as soon as the data from the body camera is extracted. ”

26 Federation Square is naturally the federal building where the FBI's New York office is located, and although there are many other federal agencies in the building, the address is usually referred to as the FBI.

It's like when New Yorkers say "island," they're referring to Manhattan, and when they say "street," they're generally referring to Wall Street.

After saying goodbye to Danny for a while, the three of Jack drove back to the operations center, which was already brightly lit, and Jubal recalled nearly half of the analysts and technicians, and the remaining half would take over the rest during the day.

Everyone's tables were filled with steaming coffee, and the big screen was already filled with photos of the fallen police officers and those just sent back from the scene.

Seeing the three of them walk into the big office, Jubal put down the coffee cup in his hand and nodded at them, "How was the scene?" ”

Jack sighed, "Although the identity of the murderer is not yet known, the NYPD is very angry, fortunately they have a level-headed and sane chief, the scene is not like a sniper operation against the police, did the body camera footage send it?" ”

Jubal pointed to an Asian guy sitting in front of him, "I just received it, I'm processing the picture, we hope to get a clear enough frontal photo of the murderer." ”

Jack subconsciously looked at several analysts and technicians around him, and didn't find the beautiful single mother Alice Taylor, no wonder these otaku rely on espresso to refresh themselves.

Of course, this is just a joke, but Hannah has been in contact with her a few times recently, and she feels that she has a good personality and is serious and meticulous, the problem is that she is a federal employee, and although she works for the FBI, she doesn't seem to have the idea of becoming an FBI agent.

This is a bit of a conflict with Jack's original idea, there is still some difference between an employee and a regular agent, this is like the difference between a regular police officer and an auxiliary policeman, and whether or not to carry a gun is secondary, the problem is that employees do not have the right to enforce the law.

Although Jack didn't expect his men to be able to fight, he still hoped that there would be a full-fledged agent in his hometown, after all, he would only have a total of six people and would need to be on call 24 hours a day.

In the unlikely event that someone takes time off work or an emergency arises, an agent with law enforcement powers can come in handy.

However, Jack only had some ideas before, so he asked Hannah to help test it first, and before he finally made a decision, if the other party really didn't have the will to do so, he could only continue to flip through his resume.

"The image is finished." While speaking, the Asian brother projected the picture onto the big screen, "He only turned on the camera function when he walked to the car door, so he didn't take a picture of the license plate, but there was no problem with the clarity of the picture, and he had already captured the driver's avatar for facial recognition." ”

The shooting angle of the body worn recorder is the first perspective, and I saw that in the upper left corner of the picture, one of the attacked police officers appeared, holding a police flashlight in his hand, and he was cautiously approaching a black Lincoln sedan.

There was no audio for the first 15 seconds of the NYPD police body camera, so they couldn't hear the conversation clearly, but it was clear that the slain officer didn't notice anything unusual at this time.

The driver then lowered the window pane, at which point the body camera began to record the audio, and the crowd also heard the conversation between the two sides, and the police officer was very businesslike and asked the driver to show his driver's license and driving license, because the Lincoln had a taillight that was not on.

(End of chapter)